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Did the first pub ride in well over a year. I didn't feel so ludicrously dressed when the Letchworth Morris Men turned up...
Off on holiday to Spain for a week tomorrow so rode my old beast over to Horningsea to the LBS for them to see if they could figure out what's causing a very annoying clicking sound coming from somewhere or other- I suspect bottom bracket but who knows.
Rescued by Mrs G from there and then borrowed her bike for a final circuit of my local patch before going away.
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I met this lovely lady on Tubney Fen. She was giving me the evils. And quite right too. Probably wondering why I was on such a daft bike.
My wife's bike is very tiny, and my knees were somewhere near my ears whilst pedalling, it was only 10 miles but blimey it felt like 100 at the end!
Ohhhhh no it doesn't (sorry)that so looks like a panto cow..lol
Yeah, yeah, my brakes were rubbing the rims, okay?!I overtook someone for the first time ever - that is all.
I finally got round to test riding the Giant Propel Advanced SL 1...
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He had a motor and a battery.Not really today, but its still with me. Catharsis demands I write it down.
Coming back from work on Tuesday this week, I found myself at lights beside another cyclist. He didn't look particularly fit. His bike wasn't particularly shiny. He was wearing a rucksack with a hi-viz cover on it that was turning the whole thing into a drogue chute. At the time I thought, that's odd. He wasn't at the lights when I arrived... I don't remember overtaking him... Perhaps he's been on my tail for the last bit. Or catching up with me???
I'm not particularly fast, but I'm generally pretty convinced about getting home in good time, so its pretty rare that anyone catches me up. Especially someone with a big rucksack...
So, we chat briefly about the nasty headwind, and when the lights change I set off at a fair merciless pace (being laid back and less of a target to the wind). Next set of lights, he carries on the conversation. But I didn't hear his freewheel as he arrived. Which suggests he rocked up at the same time as me, again.
So, I begin to wonder if I'm getting ill or old, because quite seriously, this doesn't normally happen.
Then the road tilts up. We climb up Bromley Hill and his little drogue chute is giving me a nice bright target to focus on, and I'm not reeling him in. And I'm now giving it pretty much all I have, and I'm still only just keeping on his tail. And the road flattens out, and we stop at the lights, and he peels off around Bromley bypass, and I limp down through the High Street clawing for breath.
So, I get home, and I put him out of my mind, and I think, "best get some rest tonight. I'm definitely going down with something" but then Strava says that of the 4 minute climb that is Bromley Hill, I'm only 2 seconds behind the fastest I've ever done it. And although this is part of my regular commute, I distinctly recall that time being a dash in and out of town, and massively sprinty, on a much lighter bike, and without panniers, and without the laptop, and without suspension, and M+ tyres, and not having had a day at work, and not facing a headwind.
So... Who was this mysterious cyclist that dragged me up the damn hill at more watts than I've ever managed to put out, before or since? Why isn't he on Strava so that I can give him kudos. And what the hell am I ever going to do if I meet him again? Or if he starts training? Or takes off the rucksack?
Not really today, but its still with me. Catharsis demands I write it down.
Coming back from work on Tuesday this week, I found myself at lights beside another cyclist. He didn't look particularly fit. His bike wasn't particularly shiny. He was wearing a rucksack with a hi-viz cover on it that was turning the whole thing into a drogue chute. At the time I thought, that's odd. He wasn't at the lights when I arrived... I don't remember overtaking him... Perhaps he's been on my tail for the last bit. Or catching up with me???
I'm not particularly fast, but I'm generally pretty convinced about getting home in good time, so its pretty rare that anyone catches me up. Especially someone with a big rucksack...
So, we chat briefly about the nasty headwind, and when the lights change I set off at a fair merciless pace (being laid back and less of a target to the wind). Next set of lights, he carries on the conversation. But I didn't hear his freewheel as he arrived. Which suggests he rocked up at the same time as me, again.
So, I begin to wonder if I'm getting ill or old, because quite seriously, this doesn't normally happen.
Then the road tilts up. We climb up Bromley Hill and his little drogue chute is giving me a nice bright target to focus on, and I'm not reeling him in. And I'm now giving it pretty much all I have, and I'm still only just keeping on his tail. And the road flattens out, and we stop at the lights, and he peels off around Bromley bypass, and I limp down through the High Street clawing for breath.
So, I get home, and I put him out of my mind, and I think, "best get some rest tonight. I'm definitely going down with something" but then Strava says that of the 4 minute climb that is Bromley Hill, I'm only 2 seconds behind the fastest I've ever done it. And although this is part of my regular commute, I distinctly recall that time being a dash in and out of town, and massively sprinty, on a much lighter bike, and without panniers, and without the laptop, and without suspension, and M+ tyres, and not having had a day at work, and not facing a headwind.
So... Who was this mysterious cyclist that dragged me up the damn hill at more watts than I've ever managed to put out, before or since? Why isn't he on Strava so that I can give him kudos. And what the hell am I ever going to do if I meet him again? Or if he starts training? Or takes off the rucksack?